Mothers Love

by Ian Robert   Oct 13, 2004


Hide your face from humanity,
Alcohol posioning,
Why they became such sick praise,
Mother posioned you with the bottle,
Feeding a little chill,
Wicked thoughts still haunted us,
Since we began,
Killing away our fears,
Wasting away too many years,
Gloating over the images in the mirrors.

Ian Robert Potapoff

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